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Mistro Prison Cell
« on: September 15, 2019, 07:19:57 pm »
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« Reply #1 on: September 15, 2019, 07:52:30 pm »
Wow, Raul, that was just what the doctor ordered, thank you.

It's truly spooky.  The truth is far creepier than fiction.  We just have to reflect upon our own lives.  We might comfort others as they awaken to the nature of our metaphysical incarceration.

Welcome to the Prison.
Welcome to the Nightmare.
We did not create this world.

If there is a Creator, it would know my heart
and I would not fear any kind of wrath --- sympathize with the poor devils of this world,
but one also must be wary of mobs and bands of pirates.

Schopenhauer and the loaded revolver under his pillow ?
In Asbury Park, I would sleep under a window on second floor
which I used to be able to climb.
I slept with a small cast iron pan by the infalatable goddamn matress.

Primal Fears are real, and the earth is a madhouse.
It is very frightening to be swallowed by the Giant Gargantuan Heartless Mechanical System.

My rhetorical question is this:  Does this penal colony stem from the institutions of industrialized "agricultural-civilized" ARMIES and PRISON-SYSTEMS of mankind, or is the prison/factory/farm ambience of our existence built into the very fabric of "life," deep in the veins and sinews
of the Earth itself, or, even more fundamentally and universally, such as cruel social hierarchies in pecking orders in many mammals.  As for reptiles, that's entirely different can of worms.   ;)

We are so powerless over so many things - beyond the societies we are born into, our sex, species, etc ...
Once born, we have little "control".

Do the Authorities of our various societies represent the Will to Power [CONTROL]?
The true nature of our reality is that we control very little.  So many claim to know the nature of our existence, but it is as mysterious today as it ever was.    The Riddle is unchanging.  The nature of this riddle is its insoluability.  Maybe part of my brain, an egotistical part, is trying to be clever with language, hoping to discover a loophole in which to slip through to a restful cycle, taking it as it comes like everyone else must do as well, at least We Suckers and Dupes who Decide Life is Worth Living.   ;) :D  Or just mearly impossible to induce one's own death, even though we are fragile physical creatures with many requirments.  That is we require heating or cooling in extreme climates.   If we get too wet and stay wet, hypothermia.   :-\

I understand how much our own particular societies resemble Ultra-Futuristic Slave-Farms where we exist for a purpose none of us knows or could even comprehend.  I truly doubt our brains, which are made of meat, amazing just the same, could understand that which it is only a "part".  It is an appendage to the bilogical machinery of our animal bodies, namely the mouth-stomach-anus trinity, with the brain as some kind of central processing unit.   I apologize for the mechanistic terminology, but I do so to clarify a point.

That our consciousness can be viewed as a "non-solid entity/personality" trapped inside animal meat may be a consequence of the violent imposition of Written Language on our perception of reality - the very idea of psyche which came about after Socrates, before Plato - hence, we know Socrates from Oral Tradition through Plato, the Scribe/scholar.  I'm not so sure these were real individuals or just idealized images in my head from misinterpretations.  So maybe phenomenologist, David Abrams, would be able to explain it mushc better than I could.

The thing is, we are our animal-meat-mind-bodies, but we are hardly at all conscious of the mind-bogglingly complicated organic processes working on "automatic-mechanical" mode, beyond the threshold of consciousness.   Maybe if I suffered a brain injury, no one but my own sister would recognize me, for my "spirit" would be gone.   My "personality" would be gone.   What is this spirit or personality that is identified as the consciousness inside the brain?  Is it the frontal lobes? 

It's frightening what can be done should "doctors" [God help you if Military or Prison doctors paid to do dastardly deeds] tamper with parts of the human brain.   I am frightened to live in such a world where I can be so easily subdued, harnessed, and brought against my will for a frontal labatomy.   "You cut out his brain you bloody baboons!"

Modern jail cells are torture chambers in that the institution, blindly but often knowingly, uses your own animal body as a weapon to inflict suffering:  minimal nutrients keep you depressed or anxious, I suppose - or constantly being woken up so as to break your spirt, to further damage your sometimes fragile machinery.   Often one pities one's brother-prisoners, for many have great personal challenges to overcome, and without a pot to **** in, nor any family who can stand them anymore.

I applaud artists who passionately articulate just how dire a situation we all may be in. 
 I will listen to it many times to see if I can discern whether the artist includes Nature/Life-in-general as having the quality of prison, or if he is strictly and only irate about so-called "civilized" Global Penitentary disguised as "the modern world," possibly eevn a trick played on our brains, as though extraterrestrial intelligence had taken our ape-like species and transfromed it into "batteries" of hives ... apes transformed into insect-like cancer cells.   Who knows what the hell is going on, but the Indigenous Mexican in the county jail in my hometown was spooked by some of the white-skinned, bald headed guards.  He called then fucckin aliens.   I'm also a similary complexioned bald-headed dork, but I let the straggly beard cover all my missing teeth - and the remaining ugly ones as well.   Guards, on the other hand, normally have good teeth and dental care, not to mention their quasi-military police training.

It's all one big local army "State Mafia."

Ronald McDonald is the gang boss in charge, or just another clown since nobody is in control of this haywire cosmos!    >:( :D
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Re: Mistro Prison Cell
« Reply #2 on: September 17, 2019, 07:14:09 am »
Wickedly Intelligent aka Hentrich,

Thank you for your response. I got to know this Norwegian Mistro through the blog The Last Page created by Rafael Tages. He was a Brazilian who used to correspond with Say No to Life/Karl White. Unfortunately two years ago Tages deleted his blog.

Yes, this Earth is a nightmarish penal colony and we are the unfortunate inmates. Yes, we are in a civilized prison. In this prison we are all equal in slavery.

It is true when you say “Once born, we have little control.” We do not choose anything. We do not choose life or death. Both are imposed on us. It is called the cycle of life.

About that Mexican Indigenous man you wrote about, I think it is not your fault to be born white-skinned man. I did not choose my skin color.

This reminds me how bad we treat the indigenous communities here. Yesterday I heard on the radio that some indigenous communities are making their complaints heard to the authorities. I heard that the indigenous people use their children as a shield in the middle of the street to stop the traffic near the government building. I often see the indigenous women with their children in the streets. 

As you and Holden have pointed out several times  the source of the most serious evils affecting man is man himself; homo homini lupus.

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« Reply #3 on: September 18, 2019, 12:53:15 pm »
Senor Raul,

I am sorry I couldn’t write to you sooner but I have really lost my marbles.I saw the Mao quote you left the link too, well, India in going to be more populous than China in a few years. Yes, we die like flies here,for that is what we have been reduced to-flies.

Coughing fits. Well, that the least of my problems. It rains here frequently and the weather is generally quite gloomy. Even one has turned against me,every single person in the office, and the family members aren’t exactly friendly either.In the midst of all this trouble, I do thank my stars that I have been sane enough/insane enough to not get married. That would have been the final straw that broke the camel’s back and this camel,though, weakened , is still crawling.

I have spent more than three decades on this planet now and if you were to ask me the simplest of things ,I’d be unable to respond. This world is too strange for me. I admit, I cannot make the heads or tails of it. I just get this vague sensations of like and dislike but no coherent thoughts-not one coherent thought.
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« Reply #4 on: September 20, 2019, 07:02:19 am »
Holden,

Here many think that those who attempt to commit suicide should not receive any help. I often heard some people that only God can take life away and nobody should usurp that decision.

I probably have bronchitis. The air is polluted in the city due to extreme weather change and the fires that we have been having these weeks.

Those who turn against you are clearly hard-headed people. It is normal. It is the behavior of homo sapiens sapiens. We supposedly are twice wise, sapient, intelligent, rational, thinking beings.

Millions fail to understand that we have been captured, kidnapped, that we are in prison. There is nothing normal in human existence. All seems to be teleguided or imposed in a system of brutal exploitation in this black hole called Earth.

We consider ourselves homo sapiens sapiens and yet most dot not ask themselves if it is possible that we have been designed to be slaves.

Millions consider themselves rational and yet they do not ask themselves if we have been designed to be procreating animals. This is the reason women have breasts to breastfeed. We do not ask ourselves if we are farm animals. We will not see ourselves as ssshiitty monkeys.

The pleasure we get in sex is can be compared to the mouse that presses a lever and a piece of cheese falls and every time the mouse presses the lever a piece of cheese falls again and again and that makes him happy. Pleasure is a chemical trap that makes us accept the reality of our condition as slaves.

Stay safe.

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« Reply #5 on: September 21, 2019, 08:00:23 am »
Senor Raul,
Thank you for your post.As you know, there is a great deal of turmoil in this world and most people are literally blind as to what is happening all around them. And there are no pills which make  this pain disappear. None.If the goal of life is to realize that it is not worth having, then I learn a new lesson every day. My work life is so complicated that it would not be out of place at all if it were a part of Kafka’s The Castle or The Trial.

Yes, believe me, I myself can barely make head or tails of it. And yet I cannot deny the fact that,while I suffer, there are people getting married, having kids, going on vacations simultaneously.

Is it any wonder that these married people, who are popping out one kid after another and who look forward to their annual vacations deem me as someone not in his senses? No, it’s only to be expected.

If they are not mad,and if they are having kids, chasing promotions, then someone who does none of these things must be.Basic logic. My parents think I have become weird because I read weird books,well, they are putting the cart before the horse.I read weird books because I can relate to them. I can relate to the Castle because I have been trying to gain access into one, and with the Trial,because I undergo one every single working day.

How do these books end, I mean, the Trial and the Castle, not well for the protagonist. The workmen are as bad as the industrialists,you know. I am no socialist. There is no peace to be found anywhere,in any political ideology. Not while we still wear this flesh suit.

Take care.





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« Reply #6 on: September 21, 2019, 09:58:45 am »
The background music in the Inmendham vlog Holden posted is Koyaanisqatsi: Life Out of Balance composed by Phillip Glass.   I had found the CD in a music store in Downtown Seattle after I found an apartment to dwell in, cry in, eat in, and hide in ... but there is no hiding from the life-processes we are.

I also have a second copy of ARTAUD ANTHOLOGY.  I had given a copy to a particularly wound up young black man in an apartment complex in Matawan, New Jersey, just down the tracks from "Perth Amboy," a small city that is pretty much entirely Spanish speaking, where many of the residents are from Dominican Republic and such places.   It would appear that the industry of chattel slavery spread the people originally from Africa to every corner of the globe, wherever there was a demand for "slave labor."

Anyway, the youth in question was having a rather rough time with life, and I figured he would get some relief from reading Artaud's bold outbursts.   I don't know.  He may still be having a hard time, but maybe reading Artaud helped.  Maybe it made things worse for him.   I suspect his life will be difficult.    There are many I do not keep in touch with from the past.   I do find myself concerned about the plight of others, but there is not much I can do.    Taking care of myself, and being around for my mother to help her pay the bills/rent/living-expenses is about all I can handle.

Thank God that getting and staying in long term romantic relationships (or marriages) requires a level of deceit and self-deception I have never been able to muster.   Of course those in such relationships would like to think that there grass is greener; but I suspect they are the real suckers.  Never mind about the truth.  The truth leads to the poor house, don't you know?

I will look for a more appropriate thread to drop the down and dirty hyperlinks:  How about in Holden's ****-it-smells-of-being-artaud/" class="bbc_link" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Where there is a stink of ****, there is a smell of being...




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« Reply #7 on: September 21, 2019, 04:03:38 pm »
Holden,

Life brings death. You have not brought death. That is to say, you have not married and brought children to this insane world.You have become a celibate.You put words into action. You are in a higher state. A celibate is the opposite of someone (including me) in anesthesia.

Romantic love, the trap of nature, in order to replicate life as you well know. You will never be understood.That is your treasure. That is your love. Not the love of millions of women (and men) who are eagerly waiting for a newborn to come. The power of the female vvagina is truly diabolical.

Two days ago on the bus I saw a young woman caressing his baby. He suffers from the Down Syndrome. She was kissing the baby on his head. Seeing that made me very sad.

Most couples I see are young. I suppose they recently got married. Yes, marriage, a legalized prostitution, under mutual consent. Would I say these words to a man or woman who has been married/chained for twenty, thirty years? No.

Millions love future corpses, millions hug and caress bodies that one day will die, millions sleep next to people who will get sick and rot in the future. They kiss people whose mouths will one day stink and be homes to worms, they bathe next to skin, muscles that any moment will be taken to intensive care units(if they have money) and vanish forever.

Necrophilia is not a choice. It is only a matter of time. Each of us is a vampire looking for flesh and bones that makes us forget, at least for some time, the inexorable passing of time. We are corpses in search for other corpses to feel alive.

Yes, most are blind, including me, but there is nothing to do about it. Most remain as sleepwalkers.They will die as sleepwalkers. It is like throwing arrows at the sun or as, I heard, the Persian king Xerxes, after a violent storm destroyed his fleet, had the sea cursed. Nothing will change. After all we are not creators.


Stay well.

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« Reply #8 on: September 22, 2019, 02:40:26 pm »


Herr Kaspar and Senor Raul,

There is just too much pain in this world. And time is passing away all the time ,how is one supposed to rest? One cannot, of course. Life has no clause for resting. Only the dead, rest in peace?( or do they?).
I have no doubt that this body will wither away with time and with its disintegration the consciousness I bear ,will disappear too,but given,the fact that there is no end of time, how could one ever rule out Nietzsche’s eternal recurrence being true literally? That’s a hard nut to crack. We are not in control of anything here,there are greater forces at play.These things, as you rightly say,are beyond human comprehension.And yet, pain and suffering are real enough.The realization that life is suffering is the patrimony, Schopenhauer has bestowed upon us and we mustn’t lose it under any circumstances.
By the way, I just finished skimming the only published work by Schopenhauer I had not yet checked out,namely,”On Colours” and sure enough, in the midst of the fairly technical subject matter there are a few gems buried there as well.
There are these blind spots in my mind,I don’t even know exactly what it is that I don’t know.
There really might be no way out for as  long as we hold onto our individualities . Its only when it has been tossed out..but that’s speculation again.By the way, I am amazed by number of errors I encounter in maths books.They all need good proofreaders.



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« Reply #9 on: September 22, 2019, 09:52:08 pm »
Holden,

We are in a cosmic brothel, Holden, where we are exploited and we exploit at the same time. There is no guarantee that even in death we will rest in peace. No guarantee at all.

As you say we do not control anything here. We are under control. Once I said that I envy these men with big fortunes. However I envy more those who already left this world.

Stay safe.

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« Reply #10 on: September 24, 2019, 03:30:11 pm »


Hey, Holden, what would you think of an imaginary discipline called "Mathematical Phenomenolgy" ?-Herr Kaspar

It might surprise you but I have thought of this phrase you used. About maths, I don’t know what I don’t know,at present. But I am doing a bit here and a bit there. At the moment ,I don’t know what I would be able to learn finally, but the process itself is satisfactory.

I want everyone who ever gets to read this message board to know that nothing is worth being alive,not money,not anything. The game is flawed.Life is not worth having. That is all the philosophy one needs to learn, in the final analysis.There are so many homeless people, they have not taken bath for years.Their whole body and rags they cover themselves with, are full of dirt and grime. The city is so crowded ,one needs to see it to believe it. One big slum,that’s what it is. And even the rich and the powerful, they also suffer I am sure.No one is exempt from suffering.

In every form of organized religion ,be it Hinduism or Christianity, there are charlatans galore. Before I met you I was suffering from some kind of inferiority complex,because I thought that the rich and the powerful are superior to me in some way and that I have no aptitude for math. You have helped me overcome these bad feelings. I must have earned some very good karma in the last birth,that I could know you and your thoughts :)

I have decided to take the responsibility for my own emotional well-being. No point in seeing a shrink. With you ideas in my mind and Schopenhauer’s and Cioran’s books under my arms I am as prepared to endure this world as I am ever likely to be.

As you know far better than me, studying mathematics is a slow process. But the process is on.And if I lived for a couple of years more, though I really don’t want to be, I would have something concrete to share with you.

I wish to be as honest as you are,write even my loneliest of thoughts here. You know that old Greek saying, “Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.”

Well, I would want all the kindred spirits who ever visit this message board to see the true face of life,bereft of all distemper and decoration. I want them to see it for what it is.
But there would always be only a handful of us. Heck, it might be that some highly sensitive dogs and animals maybe closer to us in weltanschauung than some of our so-called fellow human beings.

Keep well.
-Raskolnikov  with a maths book



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« Reply #11 on: September 24, 2019, 07:07:09 pm »
I'm not crazy about seeing shrinks either, no pun intended.

It bothers me that we have professionals who actually act as if they know what the hell they're doing.

That we are able to communicate in this manner benefits us both, and possibly others who read these open and sincere communications.    We're a kind of symbiosis, no?

Like you, I am also disturbed by how rigged the game is, as far as human society goes.    And yet, isn't Nature's game rigged as well?

Perhaps the most courageous thing we can do at this point is to take some pride in our "sensitivity," as opposed to being ashamed of it, as though it were a sign of weakness.   

You have much wisdom and insight, Holden - good instincts too.

Our communications benefit me as much as you, since, well, in a society where philosophical issues are mocked (they say "money talks, BS walks"), the respect you show me simply by reading the words I type with attentiveness, this is something rare in this vulgar world.   

I know that, were you to see me dressed in rags, stinky, dirty, homeless, and possibly even drunk, you would not damn me to Hell, but would maybe only think something like, "This world is dragging this man through the mud so nobody listens to him ..."

I had also had many resentments toward the wealthy and well-connected, but I am becoming less resentful and trying to appreciate some of my own personal qualities that have developed from not having access to a great deal of "Democracy Dollars."

I have to go.  I am being summoned.



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« Reply #12 on: September 25, 2019, 07:50:54 am »
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In every form of organized religion, be it Hinduism or Christianity, there are charlatans galore. Before I met you I was suffering from some kind of inferiority complex, because I thought that the rich and the powerful are superior to me in some way and that I have no aptitude for math. You have helped me overcome these bad feelings. I must have earned some very good karma in the last birth,that I could know you and your thoughts.
   ~ Raskolnikov with a maths book

Beware of those who insinuate that if maths is easy, then you haven't studied enough maths.    It is quite humbling to consider our limitations as individual specimens of this strange and tormented species of ours.  Even now, I tried to rise early enough to be able to inspect a nasty bug in my code that prints an "endless" series of complex numbers, and I also really wanted to type up that Artaud "Letter Against the Kabbalah" ---- but ... This consciousness is only an appendage of this animal body that I am now.

The reason I suggest keeping a series of personal "mathematical diaries" is so that you might witness just how "slow" the process is, that you can refer to older notebooks when returning to material, revisiting ideas.   

The ultimate irony is that those who commit themselves to careers, such as "Information Technology" system administrators and the like will be swamped with petty and annoying details of specific systems, say something like Microsoft Windows, chasing certifications and the like just to possibly escape a life of manual labor or being some kind of do it all office gofer maintenance man.   En masse the youth (which we all once were) are enticed, encouraged, and prodded along these "fast tracks" - where many are pressured to project an image of confidence, but may secretly be filled with self-doubt.  They may end up feeling like a farce.     After all, I suspect that a great deal of confidence, when it comes to professionals and "careerists" be the false kind of confidence, where people may rate themselves by what they produce as opposed to what they actually understand. 


Neither you nor I are under any kind of pressure to pretend we understand more than we do.   This is very liberating.  We can take our own sweet time.   I'm doing my time with less religion and more mathematics, less passive entertainment and more computing, less "economic security" and more philosophic realization of the absurdity of existence.   Security is absurd.

I think that whatever understanding you are able to gain over the years, as long as you can keep from becoming hooked on booze or coc-aine, and don't go whacking any old greedy women with an axe (or ax?), will be authentic and something you would appreciate like a secret treasure that no one around you will be able to see not acknowledge.

Studying in this manner develops the inner life, I suppose, where you experience cycles of despair and some confidence building.   

Again, I am being interrupted constantly so I must stop.
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« Reply #13 on: September 25, 2019, 07:35:24 pm »
Just before the 1 minute (actually, like 56 seconds) mark of the song linked to by Raul:   

"Life is a jail.  If you breed, you're the personnel."


Also, Holden, the presentations created from Mr. Gary's rhetoric, with background creations are classics.   While I don't have patience to watch most vlogs, the ones you have chosen, especially when accompanied with music and art work, well, I do appreciate your hand-picked illustrations of his more lucid and coherent reflections.

As John Trudell used to point out, if there is anything the Predatory Class [energy] FEARS, it's a clear, coherent,  thinking human being:

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« Reply #14 on: September 26, 2019, 10:27:42 am »
Thank you for your posts,Herr Kaspar.

In the afternoon today I felt to tired because of all the office work,my very bones felt tired ,I felt like I should just chuck away the very heavy backpack full of documents I carry around for official purposes and just leave with no definite plan of action. Just walk away. Walk right out of the city. With no burden on my shoulders I  might be able to reach the end of the city and just hide in a field. Just lay down on the ground. Let the elements do with me what they will, I felt so tired that I felt I would be able to bear it all. Just disappear like that.

When early in the morning I go to the office, on my way to the subway, I see a lot of nursing students clutching the books on  obstetrics under their arms.Most of these students are women,barely in the late teens and I know that they would have no idea how darkly funny it is that I am walking right past them with one of Cioran's books open in my cellphone and they are coming from the other direction holding onto these, very,very thick books on obstetrics.

Its hard not to be scared in this world. I confess I am out of my mind most of the time because of fear. I think you are like a Schopenhauerian John Galt, who just shrugged and walked away.I think I might start posting the little math problems I tinker with ,off and on. I just might start doing it.Who knows, you might like one of them,one of these days.Well, I am coughing my lunges out, so that's an additional cross to bear these days for me.

But there are moments when I stop feeling scared of anyone or anything, like the moment in the afternoon today I told you about, I was crumbling down because of the exertion but there was no fear in my heart at that moment. None.

There little videos are classics, no doubt.



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